I've got the cold in me this evening. It's been wet all day and the weather forecast promises more of the same. The depressing weather is getting med down. The electric fire is on for the first time this autumn and it is dark outside. I mustn't let this get to me but however much I try to think of something else, I feel a bit down. I imagine it's because I have a bit too much to do at the moment. I seem to be teaching all day with hardly a break, and the internet being off line today only added to the extra work I had to put in. It's a strange feeling to feel the muscles in my sides not wanting to lift my body up properly. An early night may well be the answer but it doesn't help if I just wake up at half past one and lie awake thinking of imaginary problems. It's silly really. I am enjoying my job, apart from this lack of civil behaviour on the part of a couple of colleagues and the fact that I have overspent a bit this month, my own fault of course, and what I get up to in my off time is fun as well. I am essentially spoiled and this serves to remind me that however well-off you are, however varied your life is and however successful you imagine things are, you can still get an attack of the downers now and again. This is well worth keeping in mind in dealing with the kids. They can be very up and down too and it is important to be able to sort the malingerers who just play on the situation from the genuine depressives, even though this is a temporary status for them to be in. Support is the thing. If they feel someone is looking out for them, they will feel better. I wonder who is looking out for me? My shoulders are broad, OK, but just every so often it would be nice to just fold up and let someone else take the strain. For a minute or two!
The duckpond of Norwegian politics continues to play its little tricks. I hope the KK class saw Siv Jensen on the news pretending to read an article about cheating in bergen, the story itself is totally uninteresting, while pretending to shake her head in mock disbelief. Pity about the camera angle. She has grown another chin since I spoke to her last, time flies, and her hair is not particularly flattering. This would not make me want to vote for her, it's the party's policies we are voting for I hear you say, but is it? How much do the fake gestures and made-up appearance of these people influence our voting habits? More than we would like to admit, I think. This is a question it would be interesting to pose at school, some time after the challenge of rhetorics is past.
Well, there is nothing worth watching on any of the 150 channels we have on the television. It's a bit dark to do any painting and school work will definitely not improve my mood. The best thing to do is probably pour a small single malt, find a good book and get wrapped up in the covers. I hope I sleep through! Good night!